Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 5

“Would you like to witness his punishment, Rukia?” So, Yoruichi had noticed her interest, then. A part of Rukia was salivating at the thought of what was to come but a small, foreign part of her was shamed by her reaction. Rukia hadn’t been ashamed of herself in a very long time-yet another anomaly to file away for later retrospection.

“I think it’s only right since I’m the reason the boy is being punished in the first place.” Rukia said with royal grace.

Yoruichi nodded and went to a cabinet in the back of her office. She took out a length of chain and a whip Rukia recognized as The Cat. Only this cat seemed to be modified. Instead of cotton, it was made of nine, thin strips of knotted leather thongs, designed to lacerate the skin and cause intense pain. Her inner beast was moaning in anticipation. While Rukia enjoyed blood-letting as much as the next demon, she didn’t usually abuse her men. Sometimes, she would strike them and make them bleed a little, but she never sunk so low as to give them what Ichigo was about to receive. That was why her excitement at the prospect of Ichigo’s punishment was so troubling to her. She could normally control herself in every situation but anything to do with Ichigo seemed to play havoc with her senses. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to save him from being punished or wield the damned whip herself!

“Alright, Rukia-san, let’s get this over with.” Yoruichi said with a sigh. Rukia nodded and followed Yoruichi.

The two women made their way out of Yoruichi’s office and through the common room. Every dorei in the room saw what Yoruichi had in her hands and their eyes widened accordingly. Whispers of, surely she wouldn’t…not Ichigo…I thought he was her favorite…about damn time could be heard as they passed by. Yoruichi stopped and gave them all a warning glare, “I believe you all have better things to do than gossip, am I correct?” Yoruichi’s dorei all nodded nervously and turned their attentions back to their customers. The two women continued on to the stairs and up to the third floor.

When they arrived at Ichigo’s room, Yoruichi stopped and took a deep breath, “Well, I guess this moment had to come sometime, right?” Yoruichi opened the door and both women stepped inside.

Ichigo was by the window looking up at the full moon. He was wearing a pair of loose, black silk pants and had a drink in his hand. For the first time, Rukia noticed the intricate black tattoo that decorated his beautiful back. It was a fierce Asian dragon whose head began on top of Ichigo’s right shoulder and its gaping jaws extended down the bicep a bit. The sinuous beast’s body curled around the right shoulder blade-claws extended-and continued until caressing Ichigo’s strong neck with its tail. Rukia had always harbored a secret fetish for tattoos-and this one was riveting!

Ichigo didn’t turn to them when they entered. He took a sip from his amber-colored drink before speaking, “I knew you’d be back, aijin, however, I didn’t think you’d be bringing Yoruichi-sama.” The smooth, sexy timbre of his voice washed over Rukia once more and her desire-already rekindled at the site of him-burned bright within her. When he turned toward them, Rukia saw that his eyes were still hazy from the drugs he used, however they held a sort of tired acceptance when he saw what Yoruichi held.

“You know why I’m here, Ichigo,” Yoruichi spoke in a low voice, “You didn’t do your job. You were warned of what would happen should that ever occur and now, it’s time to pay the price.”

Ichigo looked at Yoruichi a moment before a slow, seductive smile spread across his face, “Is that why you’re here, Yoruichi-sama? Are you sure you don’t just want to fuck me instead?”

Yoruichi’s eyes darkened and her breathing quickened. “Ichigo,” she choked out, “you know I can’t”.

Ichigo put down his glass and advanced toward the women. Both of them gulped as they drank in the site of this god-turned-flesh before them. He walked right up to Yoruichi and put his fingertips lightly on the side of her face and leaned until he was whispering in her ear, “So… you’re turning me down, Yorui-san? Well, we’d better get on with this punishment then, before you lose your resolve, ne?”

Yoruichi drew in a slow, steadying breath and stepped back from Ichigo. “Go to your bed Ichigo, and get on your knees-facing the wall.” Ichigo smirked and did as she commanded. Yoruichi took the chains in her hand and attached them to the gold bands around Ichigo’s wrists. She then attached the chains to some inconspicuous hooks built into the wall. Rukia’s breath caught when she saw the way his muscles corded and stretched over his arms and back as the candlelight played over his beautiful skin like a lover’s caress. As she finished attaching the chains, Yoruichi leaned down with a whispered apology and kissed Ichigo lightly on the back of his neck. She then went to the end of his bed and picked up the whip. “Are you sure you want to stay for this, Rukia-san?”

Rukia didn’t take her eyes off of Ichigo as she nodded absently. Then she had a thought, “You won’t hit his tattoo will you?”

Yoruichi grinned, “As much money as I spent having that done, do you honestly think I’d ruin it with a whip? I’m a very precise administrator-which is why I’m punishing him myself. I don’t want his skin permanently marred and I know how to avoid that.” With that, both women turned towards Ichigo who had since rested his forehead on the wall. Yoruichi wasted no time as she quickly snapped the whip against Ichigo’s back and it landed with an audible crack against his skin. Ichigo hissed in pain as his muscles tensed. As Yoruichi continued whipping him, Ichigo acknowledged the pain with nothing more than a flinch from his powerful body-he did not allow another sound to pass his lips.

When the blood started flowing from his torn flesh, the sweet, metallic scent washed over Rukia like a tidal wave. What is wrong with me? Rukia thought with growing alarm. I am a 314 year old Kuckiki, for fuck’s sake, and this boy has me acting like a day old demon! In spite of her attempts to reign in her response, Rukia’s eyes turned as black as night. “Yoruichi-san,” Rukia put a restraining arm on Yoruichi, “Stop, please. I believe I paid you a small fortune for this man’s services tonight, did I not?”

“You did…” Yoruichi said with a trace of confusion.

“Then I choose to begin making use of him…now,” Rukia drawled with a wicked smile. Before Yoruichi could reply, Rukia began crawling across the bed toward the bleeding male. “Mmmm…a human sacrifice,” she purred, “How utterly…delicious,”.

Yoruichi stared in shock at what was happening before her very eyes. She didn’t know why she was shocked-she knew what Rukia was-but from Ran’s description of her, she thought Rukia was a very “in control” blood demon who wasn’t overly excited at the site of the life-giving liquid. This creature before her was acting purely on instinct-and Yoruichi was not unaffected by the site. She decided to make her way to the leather settee in the corner and let nature take its course. Yoruichi watched the scene unfolding with delight; after all, her husband said she couldn’t have sex with Ichigo-not that she couldn’t watch him do it.

Ichigo, still slightly dazed from the effects of the drugs and the pain, raised his head when he felt the woman’s weight on his bed, “Wha-what the hell is going – aaahhhh” he yelped in surprise. Rukia had begun licking the blood from his excoriated flesh. “Not that I’m complaining or anything but…why the hell are you licking me?” Ichigo asked while trying to peer behind him-and why the fuck do I like it so much-he thought.

Rukia stood up slowly in the bed, dragging her tongue up his back as she did, until she reached his ear lobe. Even on his knees, Ichigo was nearly as tall as Rukia was standing. She grabbed his chin and tilted it up and back toward her mouth. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced…my name is Kuchiki Rukia. It is my pleasure to meet you Kurosaki Ichigo.” Rukia leaned forward and ran her tongue along his smooth lips. He opened them in anticipation and Rukia couldn’t help but accept the invitation. Their tongues mingled as Rukia fiercely slanted her eager mouth over Ichigo’s.

Ichigo had kissed many women since becoming one of Yoruichi’s whores, but none of them had excited him the way this tiny woman was. He didn’t know if he could blame it on the lingering drugs in his system or the oddly stirring taste of his own blood on her lips, but whatever it was…it was intoxicating. The pain from the lashing faded as desire began to pound forcefully throughout his body. He strained against the chains that held him pinned to the wall. He wanted to touch her, to rip that fucking gown from her small frame and torture her with his tongue the same way she was torturing him!

Rukia noticed him struggling against the chains, broke the kiss, and laughed deeply, “I’ll set you free soon, kanzenmuketsu*. Be patient…the best is yet to come.” She moved around to the front of him and looked down. The drug haze was gone from his eyes-it was replaced with a desire so palpable, she felt it to her core. Rukia could feel the heat building inside her and the wetness that had been there since first seeing Ichigo, began running down her inner thighs. Rukia ran her hands hungrily through the silken strands of his hair before grabbing him roughly and forcing his head to tilt towards her. She ground her mouth against his yet again and Ichigo growled low in response. Ichigo was an expert with that sinful mouth of his, and even without the use of his hands, he quickly gained the upper-hand in their silent duel. He suckled Rukia’s lush lips and licked them lightly before plunging his tongue back inside her mouth and tasting every sweet part of it. Once Ichigo had a taste of his diminutive goddess, he simply could not help wanting more. I’ve got to get these fucking chains off! He thought in frustration. He wanted to grind her against his sex while kissing her and caressing her lovely breasts. For once in his life, Ichigo was glad to have his education and he wanted to be free to show Rukia why Yoruichi called him a prodigy and her greatest student…

Rukia moaned lustfully at his expert treatment of her. Kissing him could quickly become an addiction. Rukia wondered how one so young possessed such skill in the sensual arts…and then she knew…raw, unadulterated natural talent coupled with lots and lots of practice-that’s why he’s so good at everything. When the answer came to her with stunning clarity, Rukia’s inner-beast howled in disapproval. How DARE those fucking whores touch what is mine! The demon inside Rukia roared in outrage. The thought of any woman but her touching Ichigo’s beautiful body caused a dark rage to build within Rukia. Hell, the thought of any woman even looking at Ichigo made her want to wreak havoc on them all. The anger she felt served to bring Rukia out of the pleasure-induced haze she had been in. Yoruichi. Yoruichi was looking at what belonged to Rukia. He was hers and she’d be damned before she’d allow Yoruichi to see one more inch of his delectable flesh. He is mine! Rukia’s head snapped away from Ichigo. That bitch has seen him like this for the last time!

Ichigo didn’t know why he wanted this woman so badly; all he knew was that when she broke off that kiss so abruptly, his mind screamed in protest. In spite of his obviously growing need, a well-trained whore always keeps his thoughts to himself-and Ichigo was nothing if not very well-trained.

Rukia saw Yoruichi in the corner of the room sprawled out on the settee. She was staring at Ichigo with undisguised lust in her yellow eyes. When she finally noticed Rukia walking towards her, she was a bit aggravated. “Why did you stop? I was really enjoying the show?”

Rukia leaned close to Yoruichi and whispered too quietly for Ichigo to hear, “You’ve got five seconds to get your eyes off of him and get out of this fucking room. If you’re still here in five seconds, I’m going to unchain this beast inside of me and you’re going to find out exactly why I rose so quickly in the Kuchiki ranks. Do I make myself clear, Yoruichi-san?”

Yoruichi’s eyes narrowed on the brazen girl in front of her, “Listen to me very carefully, little girl, as I said before, you don’t know who you’re fucking with. For some inexplicable reason, I like you and I can see that being near Ichigo has had a…paradoxical…effect on your demonic side. Because of that and out of respect for your father, I’ll let what you just said, slide. I’ll give you your privacy, but know this…that is the LAST time I will allow you to threaten me, Rukia. Next time, I won’t be so nice.” With that, Yoruichi stood and left the room. Damn it! Yoruichi thought, So close…why didn’t I think of voyeurism before? I could’ve been looking at that hard body this whole time…jeez Yoruichi-you’re such a fuckin’ idiot! Yoruichi continued thinking self-deprecating thoughts all the way back to her office.

Rukia wondered for a moment why Yoruichi was so confident in the face of a demon’s wrath. She saw no fear in the woman, whatsoever. When Rukia looked back towards Ichigo on that bed, all thoughts of Yoruichi quickly deserted her. “Now, my ikigami*, where were we?”

**A/N-Ah hah! See there, I told you guys we’d have an IchixRuki story eventually-LOL…This is, of course, my first attempt at writing any sort of smut (to be continued next chapter BTW) please either review or PM me and let me know if it looked okay to you guys-you all have a better perspective than I do, so help a sista out! One of my readers was curious as to why Yoruichi didn’t give Ichigo another job if she cares for him. Well, in this story, everyone is a bit OOC and Yoruichi is no exception. In my story, Yoruichi only helped Ichigo because she wanted HIM-not because she cared one way or another about his family. Also, this Yoruichi is a business-woman at heart and what she lacks in actual ethics, she makes up for with her amazingly-strict business ethics-LOL!

Thanks again to all of you,

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